True last Dillon Francis was bad.
Like really bad.
So bad, I still have to remix it.
Let's hope this one is better.
it is.
Wait, what is this.
—don't open that.
Fucking great.
What the fuck is this.
Who knows, man.
Oh look, a portal.
Goddammit it, this whole dude is a mindfuck.
(™
Wait, hold on a minute.
Why, what happened.
Every time I fuck around with these people I feel like I'm being fucked with.
Well, they are DJs, so…
*snifs*
Hm.
Wait.
Yeah.
Didn't this dude hop through the dream world just to tell me he had a girlfriend.
He surely did.
—-sounds like a trap.
How dare you.
Ah, shit—
Did I ever write that scene where
DEADMAU5 gives -Ū. (Or Happy Accidents, Whatever) a thumbs up instead of the middle finger she was hoping for.
HOW DARE YOU.
Well, if I didn't write it before, I wrote it now. ♀️
SUCKS TO BE YOU.
Yeah, it does.
I'm closing the portal.
That's fine, I'm going to bed.
Fuck everybody.
Especially weak tiny dick people who ride motorcycles outside my building.
Weak ass bitches.
*niggas
**roaches.
I just realized like,
White people's whole deal now is to do as much
Passive aggressive shit to make black people's mental fragile
To make people
Pop
So they have an excuse to keep
Fucking with (you.)
That your behavior—
Your reaction to their sick,
Twisted,
vampire shit
Gives them a reason
To keep it in their minds
That you are lower than them.
That they are better.
Their entire game
Is finding ways to kill you
Without even touching you.
To make your kill yourself
And call it
“‘Mental illness”
When really it's just a
Series of psychological terror attacks
In order to remain
Dominant in a society
Where they can
Thrive in being
Lazy,
Arrogant
Fucking energy vampires
Yo,
What the fuck is with white girls.
Why are they so fucking EVIL?
They're like, energy vampires
They don't do anything for themselves
At all
And pretty much exist
Stepping on other people
And then calling that shit
“Hard work”
They are practically fucking USELESS.
Like,
If that is your staple—
If that's your girl—
If you're the guy that's like
“I don't know what I would do without her”
You fucking SUCK.
Cause she fucking SUCKS
And that's the basis of your fucking maneuverability and survival.
You are LAME.
Keep your weak dick
Tryna fuck these
Child-looking bitches
“I can't live without her”
Dirty house having
World-stealing
Slave-driving
Ass
Over there.
Karma's coming for your ass.
Your life doesn't get to be this fucking easy
For this fucking long
And everybody else just fucking *really* works
And suffers around you.
You are fucking LAME.
“I don't know what I would do without her!”
Probably nothing,
What most white oriole do anyway.
Fuck these energy vampire motherfuckers.
They don't do shit
They just use their blue fucking light-reflecting eyes
To hypotize people
Into making other people do shit for them
They don't do shit
They don't clean house
They don't wash dishes
They need to stop treating mental illness like a one fucking size fits all concept
When
Most colored people's mental health issues
Come from fucking the trauma of the societal fucking race war
And most white prople's mental illness
Comes from the inability to see that
They've had it so much fucking easier
Than everybody else
For fucking nothing
How the fuck do white people
Have the nerve to be “depressed”
With fucking everything.
Interchangeability is dominance in this society.
You can be ANYTHING
You can have ANYTHING
And you have the nerve to be
“DEPRESSED”
OVER WHAT?
Fuck these toxic ass fucking
Vampires
But you tell them that shit about themselves
And they'll just green light your fucking disposal
“Racism is over”
But you're forward and telling them that in your experience,
That it obviously isn't—
They'll just deny your entire existence
And call it your fucking fault
At the end of the day, really it is your fault—
For giving them the satisfaction
Of doing your little dance around them,
Wearing your weave,
Minding your manners—
And letting them continue to get away with
Taking your light
Because they don't make their own.
(They just exist on yours. )
His war tactics were comical,
At best—
A victor, champion
And honorable warman
That's it! Imm going to make a vegan neopolitan ice cream!
You're going to make—ice creM.
You're going to make—ice cream?
On no, trrrs that guy from 39 rock again.
Do you bastards work on Sundays now?!
You know what they say: if you don't come to work Saturday, don't bother showing up on Sunday!
You would think we'd get a day off in this bitch.
Shut up.
Oh, if it isn't the pampered prince of—
Shh, shut up, he might hear you.
YES.
The toil of knowing
That all of New York
Lies most unseen,
Cloaked to the working
Hidden to the poor,
Far above skylines
And rooftops,
And fear of them
//us
//it
Artifact
Hyperbole, given ranges of circumstances
Heartwarming eathworms,
Two day delay on a martyr attack
Come, mother
Move//
Love closer strictly to your wings
No bullets,
And strangely,
The pain has moved
Out of my wrists and arteries
Into my head again
Mr. Valentine, strictly for the art force
Never murmured or remembered
Words so softly unheard of
Why call us?
I needed armor against the devils warcries—
Telephones and dollars, motorcycles
And motherless crossfires
I told you, waiting
Imm nearly out of my body
And not willing to compensate
For never tied you I
To the bounds of boundaries l
Brick exposed walls and
Leather, not faux
For the given lcuxies
If unmistaken
Bitterness
—the tombs of it all.
Unflourished.
I'd better flag that one
Are you looking for a new body to be housed by?
Grief stricken and decaying in the original marksmanship
Of beautified craft—
Well, now
Aren't we seasons greetings
And good tithings
Aren't I!
Whatever he puts his mind to,
He conquers—
The question stands—
What is it,
He's out his mind to?
Are you ever in your own body?
Are you ever in your right mind?
Which one's the right one?
Fair.
The coughing controllable
Waits for the regimen
Of daily values
Set to offer her
A grand scheme
Of nothing at all
An intolerable
Forgiven grattitude of
Imbalance, captivated at all
By noting but
A line between
What was easy, becomes sacred
In its later challenge, and being blind
Becomes sighted,
At will,
After all suffering
Has been marked,
Dove
Where to put the lips,
Or the bullet, without them
Whistle blows the the water,
Reflective as her eyes
And rotted core
West, then—
For futures sake,
As to live without
Is to die amongst hoards
Or broods, no fit for greater lives
Than the galaxies of unwashed stars;
For metaphors, a gratitude forgotten
You're not doing yourself any favors.
Could I make it more clear how in love we are?
The devil wants,
So he speaks in water
Through the tongs
The warmth of the light shines
Throug eyes and isle
The wickndness would follow
The women,
To die for
On his alter
A sacrifice
And so,
The program resumes
The judge is presiding
The wedding's put off
Or postponed
Or not happening
He played his 7 years best out of all of them!
In at the first, in the end—
As a marker
Tears of a clown,
Dressed in white, and blue faced
Befriended the enemy of interest
In sanctions!
WARCRIES'
(Warcries)
Tidings
—tidings
Heroines,
Warcries
Warcries
Warcries—
How are you now, rabbit?
I come as bouncing blondes,
Seeking truth
And refuge in your love
As a sister,
The bonds of warcries
Disheveled us
Awaken,
Warcries—
How now
Warcries
Tidings
And
Tiding
Warcries
Sacred
Patron
—sirens.
Sirens!
*fsce*
Should we go?
We should.
Quick!
(Nothing)
Men!
(At all)
On your feet!
[nobody moved at all, not a muscle]
I don't know what I do it for.
I need to know some things
Abo it at least two people that are alive.
How to go about that
Without striking code
Goes beyond my understanding
In this diety
She walks around with
Salt in her pockets
As a call to action
Against robots
With demon ties
To fight wars
On the devil's call
A becoming cry
For the weak
And the wicked
To come to karma
DJM-S11 2-Channel Pro Mixer
Jesus Christ!
What is with this guy!
JESUS CHRIST
This cat keeps creeping around my doorstep…
Following me, appearing in my window.
Sometimes he meows at me to let him in; it's not that I don't want to.
He is very cute.
You should say, a very handsome cat.
The thing is, I've nothing for him.
I lead m a very busy life , all work and no play—
And even when it is all fun, it's no games.
He is a beyaitfuk cat—
And oh, how I would like to keep him.
But I've simply no room for a cat at all.
I thought, perhaps—
I might try to scare him away.
All the girls on the red carpet like 00 and shit
“Body positivity”
Don't be fucking stupid.
dudes like twigs and skeletons.
Damn this same ugly motherfucker has a cold every time I see him.
He's always fucking sick wtf is wrong with some people.
His house must be dirty as shit
This dude coughs every 4 ½ minutes.
Last time I saw him was like a month ago,
And he was doing the same thing.
The fuck is wrong with him?
He didn't bring water, an inhaler—nothing.
He just coughs and snorts every fucking 3-4 minutes.
Eventually that shit just started to make me laugh.
I was like,
“This dude for sure has the devil in him.”
So every time he coughed, I would just start cracking the fuck up.
It started to make me giggle.
Then the more I giggled, the more gnarly his coughing got.
He's like
“aeugh-ACCJK—HUNHHHHHC”
Then I knew it was the devil.
I couldn't help but laugh, and I was like
“Come on devil, come on up out that man.”
He was like,
Hacking at this point—
Mind you, he's on the treadmill not running, but walking.
Just —
Hacking and shit
“ACHKH—aahuuuhuh!”
And I'm like
“Come on now, Devil, leave that man alone”
And then— he did!
I was like
“goddamn, that shit really must have been the devil.”
His hacking turned into little reptilian snorts.
—you know how they do.
Hissing and shit.
I was like.
Damn.
White people is otherworldly sometimes.
Coughing and hacking and hissing and shit.
I'm like,
Your weird alien ancestors got all fucked up fuckin around fuckin dinosaurs and monkeys—
This is the modern result of that.
“AGHCK—CUHHH.”
I'm like,
You shouldn't be sick every time I see you if you're at the gym this much.
I'm like,
Everybody on the red carpet weighs 100 lbs
Ain't nothing wrong with me.
I got asthma, too but damn.
Don't fucking
“AQCCFFHHHBB”
Every 3 minutes.
That's the devil.
Fix your life, devil!!
I realized also,
Hey,
If I can ride this stationary bike for 95 minutes and counting
I can ride a dick for an hour and a half
Can your dick support that?
If not, step the fuck back CC
I got my karma for laughing at him though l—
I was on kettlebells later and just when I was about to get to that last fuckin release at the bottom of my spine—
Dude gets off the treadmill and walks across the room to get a Clorox wipe and I fall on my ass.
That impressed me, though.
Not that his energy caused me to fall on my ass, or anything—
I had already been at the gym something like 2, 2 and a half hours—
The first hour and a half was cardio—
But I was impressed, with this one—
You know why.
He goes to get a Clorox wipe, thank god, after all that fucking coughing—he needed a whole ass exorcism and a Clorox wipe— the exorcism was a courtesy on God, but he got the Clorox wipe all in his own— and when he was finished with it, he threw it away!
I'm like,
“This one knows how to use a trash can!”
Impressive.
I ain't got shit to lose
Fuck these weak ass niggas
On the punching bags
Just a bunch of fags
Trackers attached to me
And getting bags for it
In my heart. I guess. I'm still a scam
Planes falling out the sky
I know who I am, though
Word for word
An eye for an eye
See how easy it is
To have a friend on the side ?
See how easy it is to move on
After beating your wife
See how easy it is to get by and survive
When everything y buy is based on
Everything you write
(And you write about the whites with blue eyes
So they really don't like you)
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